Dressed as a high-risk occupation

"Is it a man?" Jiang Wenan muttered softly.

Although the skirt of the person on the stage was pink, his tall and straight figure was not misleading at all, and he was a handsome gentleman at a glance.

Its temperament is like a banished fairy descending to earth, coupled with the half-covered face, it deliberately adds a sense of mystery, which makes people more interesting.

Yu Yao whispered: "Yes, just now I wanted to say that Mr. Jiang misunderstood, Fei Yan is not a girl."

"Oh."

Jiang Wen'an nodded.

It's not Yuyao's fault either, he never said that Fei Yan is a girl, it was he himself who had preconceived it when he heard that she was an oiran.

Shen Yan remained calm, only lowered his eyes, and put something into Jiang Wen'an's bowl.

"Sir, try it."

Jiang Wen'an was focused on Fei Yan, and didn't care too much about what he gave, so he stuffed it into his mouth trustingly, but after a while he frowned, and exclaimed: "Wow, it's so sour!"

Looking down, there was still a little yellow-brown water stain left in the bowl.

What Yanyan picked up for him just now was actually stuffed plums that people from Nanzhou use to quench their thirst in summer.

Shen Yan poured him a cup of tea.

He meant something: "It's good that sir knows."

"..." Jiang Wen'an was attracted by the deep and cold voice of the people on the stage before he could digest the meaning in it.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning."[1]

Jiang Wenan paused with his chopsticks and raised his head abruptly.

Li Bai's poem again? !

That voice... so familiar.

Fei Yan's voice was like a cold spring in the mountains in winter, which intoxicated all the guests present. For a moment, everyone forgot the delicacies on the table, and only looked up at the man.

And he never gave any eyes to others, holding a volume of books in his hand, his slender fingers were actually whiter than paper, very seductive.

He was still reading, obviously not a very emotional reading, but it has the magic power to make people want to listen to it.

"Okay! What a 'I am born to be useful, and I will come back when all my money is gone'[2]!"

The ups and downs of applause distracted Jiang Wen'an a little, he looked down at Shen Yan and silently picked up a chopstick of plums for him, his fingers dangling in front of his eyes, the joints were clearly defined, better looking than Fei Yan's.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and with a sudden thought, he took away his chopsticks and reached out to grab his naughty fingers.

Well, the fingers are long, but the palm is broad.

Shen Yan was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the husband's hand with his backhand, and finally calmed down.

Jiang Wen'an tilted his head and asked Yu Yao: "Are these poems written by the scandalous young man himself?"

"No." Yu Yao also looked at the stage obsessively, and turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw that the two people beside him had already held hands at some point, and suddenly realized.

No wonder this person was so angry when he saw Mr. Jiang drinking with them that day. It turned out that the two had such a relationship.

It was the first time his eyes dared to stay on Shen Yan's face, he forgot his fear for a moment, looked at it unscrupulously, and finally admired from the bottom of his heart because he couldn't find the slightest flaw.

This young master is also a dragon and phoenix among men, no wonder young master Jiang is being manipulated to death by him.

Jiang Wen'an just stared at the person in front of him in a daze, laughing foolishly for a while, shocked for a while, then suddenly realized, and then kept staring at Yanyan.

Although Yanyan is really good-looking, but his eyes are a bit too revealing, right?

He frowned slightly, and couldn't help reminding: "Yuyao?"

"Oh oh oh" he came back to his senses and immediately looked away, looked at Jiang Wen'an, and said, "He said he didn't write it by himself, he only said that it was written by a great poet in his hometown, but how can anyone in the world be able to write it? To write such fine lines? Really unheard of.”

"Furthermore, there are many poems that Fei Yan has memorized by heart. If he hadn't written them himself, how could he remember so many? From our point of view, these are just his humble words."

Jiang Wen'an nodded.

It is true that they can recite a lot of Tang poetry and Song Ci from childhood to university, which may be very good for them, but it is not surprising for modern people.

After listening to the man recite two or three Du Fu and Li Bai poems in a row, he felt more and more that Fei Yan was from modern times.

"Yuyao, can you..."

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding applause rang out again. He raised his eyes and saw that it was over.

Yu Yao explained: "Fei Yan only reads one poem for a long time, and sometimes only reads one poem. Today is quite a lot, and he read three poems!"

How capricious, Jiang Wen'an thought so, and his ears were filled with endless cheers. It turned out that it was because Fei Yan didn't leave the stage without squinting as usual, but instead looked down the stage.

In the direction of his eyes, all the men's blood boiled with enthusiasm, and they all felt that Fei Yan was looking at them, and they all sat upright for a while, and straightened their clothes.

The people next to him were very envious.

Shen Yan raised his eyes and met the man's eyes that seemed to lack any emotion. He saw slight waves under the calm Gu Tan.

Fei Yan only stayed there for a moment, before his eyes fell on Jiang Wen'an again.

This time, he didn't move away quickly, Jiang Wen'an also went up to meet him directly, his eyes met for a long time.

A strange feeling rose in Jiang Wen'an's heart.

It was strange, as if he had seen these eyes before, which gave him a different kind of familiarity, but there was a piece of memory that seemed to be sealed in a small bottle. It should be something very important, but he wanted to Can't get up.

Until the curtain slowly fell, Jiang Wen'an was still deeply immersed in those familiar eyes.

Where exactly did you see it?

There was a cool feeling on the hand, and it was Shen Yan who was pinching his hand.

He came back to his senses and looked at the past with some confusion.

His sight was gradually occupied by Shen Yan's beautiful eyes, he still couldn't remember it, so he had to give up.

"Yuyao, can you introduce us to Mr. Feiyan?"

"This..." Yu Yao showed a look of embarrassment, and unconsciously glanced at Shen Yan.

He secretly thought that this Mr. Jiang was really insatiable, and he still thought about Scarlet Yan with such a stunning companion, but then he thought that Mr. Scarlet Yan did have an indescribable charm, and he shook his head secretly.

Before he could answer, three or two young men came forward, each holding something in their hands.

They went straight to Jiang Wen'an and presented things: "Young Master Jiang, this is a jug of fine wine, a piece of mung bean cake and a dish of water spinach fried with garlic that the oiran ordered for you."

Jiang Wen'an slightly opened his eyes.

How did Fei Yan know that his favorite dessert is mung bean cake, and his favorite dish is fried spinach with garlic?

A strange feeling came up again.

Jiang Wen'an seized the opportunity and asked, "Where is Mr. Rudy? Can I see him?"

The young ladies seemed to have expected him to say this, they all shook their heads: "Oiran doesn't accept guests."

"No..." Jiang Wen'an was a little anxious: "I just have something important to ask him..."

The three of them still shook their heads: "Oiran has already rested, no guests."

After several people put down their things and left, Yu Yao was still shocked.

"Fei Yan actually gave Mr. Jiang something? This is the first time!"

Jiang Wen'an was very distressed: "But he won't see me."

Yu Yao only comforted him: "Fei Yan never sees people easily, so I will ask him whenever I get a chance, and inform Mr. Jiang as soon as I have any news."

Fei Yan has a weird temperament, this time they really experienced it, so they can't force it.

Jiang Wen'an picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up the water spinach to eat, but was stopped by Shen Yan.

With a little force in his hands, Shen Yan restrained him so that he could not move. With the other hand, he calmly put the wine pot far away, moved the two exquisite dishes to the side, and then let go.

Jiang Wen'an can't catch it now.

Jiang Wen'an: "???"

As if Shen Yanhuo didn't see the question in his eyes, he just told Yuyao: "Put on a plate of mung bean cake, grind the mung beans, don't be too sweet and don't lose the taste of mung beans, and then fry a plate of garlic and water spinach, pick the water spinach It should be thinner, with fewer branches and more leaves, so don’t delay when it comes out of the pot, serve it immediately.”

Jiang Wen'an and Yu Yao were both stunned when they heard this.

"At the end, have a pot of the best wine from Zuiyuntai, or it's intoxicating." After saying these words, he seemed to be venting, and after he finished speaking, he felt much better. Shen Yan glanced at Yuyao: "I'm not going yet. ?”

"Oh." Yu Yao hurried to the back kitchen.

Jiang Wen'an asked strangely: "If you don't eat the ready-made ones, why do you want to redo them?"

"Sir." Shen Yan looked at him with burning eyes, met his sincere and doubtful eyes, and was defeated after a while.

The fingers couldn't help but climbed onto the palm of his hand, hooking his fingers, Shen Yan sighed: "Have you forgotten what our relationship is now, sir? Do you think I will let you accept things from other people?"

"And just now he has been looking at Mr., and Mr. is also looking at him..." Shen Yan seemed aggrieved: "I want Mr. to eat plums again."

Jiang Wen'an could probably guess what he meant, but he still couldn't help asking: "Why?"

"Let Mister have a taste of my heart." He said in a low voice, scratching his palm twice with his fingertips: "It seems to be a little childish, but Mister, can you indulge me this time?"

His palms were a little itchy, and his heart seemed to be scratched with feathers. Jiang Wen'an was speechless for a while, but he didn't find it annoying.

In the past, Yanyan's occasional childish behavior would be very cute, and this time is also the same, but there seems to be some differences, maybe because Yanyan knows him too well, and knows that he will not resist such a petty temper , will disturb his mood like this.

Jiang Wen'an thought, he's a little dangerous.

Shen Yan moved his fingers, gently squeezed Jiang Wen'an's hand twice, and pursued the victory: "I have money, so I can afford to support you, sir."

The palms were hot, and so was the heart. Jiang Wen'an's ears were hot, his face was hot, and his neck was hot. He pulled his hand out, took the jug that Yu Yao had just put on the table, and took a sip from it in the air. .

What Shen Yan wanted was non-intoxicating wine, but this sip still made his heart beat endlessly.

"Liar." Jiang Wenan frowned.

Shen extended his hand to wipe off the liquid from the corner of his lips, leaned over and asked him, "What?"

Jiang Wen'an was holding the jug, and the fragrance between his lips and teeth continued to spread around.

Shen Yan's eyes fell on his rosy lips unconsciously.

The shape of the husband's lips is beautiful, the lips are not too thin, they are full but not too much, they always bend a proper arc.

What he had tasted before, in the water, in front of Zhang Jinyan.

Except when he was in a state of confusion, the husband never took the initiative to respond to him. If he was actively kissed by such beautiful lips, how would it feel?

Shen Yanwu was lost in thought.

Jiang Wen'an was also immersed in the sound of his heartbeat beating like a drum, and he muttered to himself, "I'm still drunk."

Alcohol must be to blame, otherwise how could my heart beat so fast.

The author has something to say: he is jealous, he is jealous!

This kind of blatant jealousy needs to be told to my husband: I'm so sore, I think it's really cute, woo woo woo!Who doesn't like us Yanyan~

Outsiders can see that Mr. Yanyan has been controlling him to death, Mister needs to have some fun QAQ

So Yanyan doesn't actually have to work very hard in the strategy, it is essentially a double arrow in capital letters and bold!

Thank you Sisi cute hinny 1 bottle of nutrient solution for irrigation, thank you! !

Note:

[1] "The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning."

[2] "I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone"

All from: Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine"